55 Nick
The bottle of scotch is looking desperately empty, but I’m starting to feel a whole lot better. I’m starting to think clearly for the first time in days, and I’ve got the bottle to thank for that.
It’s been a long time since I drank this amount. I’ve always been afraid, scared that I might turn into the sort of monster I turned into that night with Angela. Now, though, I don’t feel like I’m turning into a monster at all. In fact, I’m thinking far more clearly, far more lucidly. I’m not stupid enough to think that the thoughts I’m having now are the ones I’d have sober, but at least I’m thinking them clearly. Whatever I do, I’ve got to do something. Sitting around and doing nothing isn’t an option. Not since getting that video of Ellie.
So I’ve had to make a decision. It’s not no
